It’s Potty Time!

We recently made a discovery in our potty bribe scheme. Elijah doesn’t actually like M&Ms. It’s kind of our fault. We don’t allow him to eat refined sugar. Because we’re Frisbee chucking hippies. It was a little like giving a first time drinker a shot of Jameson. He was actually stuffing M&Ms into his mouth and secretly tossing them into the toilet so as to not make us feel bad. Um, give them to me, dude.

So Diana smartly moved on to stickers. My dad says its very behavioral psychology of us. I arrived home yesterday and saw our sticker board had several new additions. After asking, I got a hilarious recount of the day’s pee pee and poo poo events.

It was quite beautiful in Evanston. Bordering on warm. And Eli decided he did not want to wear diapers. Again. So Diana sat him down and laid down the rules of the day.

Rule 1: In order to walk around naked, you have to go pee pee and poo poo in the potty.
Rule 2: Not adhering to Rule 1 results in permanent diaper wearing.

Eli got the hint and immediately walked over to his potty and deposited pee pee. Chalk up one monkey sticker.

Later in the day, Diana was in the kitchen and Nude Boy toddled by and entered the bathroom. Diana was happily preparing to attach sticker #2 for the day when she saw our son climb onto our lid-down mommy and daddy toilet. He grabbed the shelves behind the toilet and squatted. Diana was barely able to run across the room and catch his, um, leavings with his potty chair. She put up a giraffe sticker because he made the effort, weird as it was.

Right before I got home, Diana was in the kitchen again and momentarily lost track of Eli. A few seconds later, he emerged from our dinning room closet and said, “Messy.” Diana looked in the dinning room closet and debated burning down our house as an alternative to cleaning up what he did.

No sticker was rewarded.